There were days that Samadhi and I finish doing the pages pretty
early, well ahead of the deadline. But that happens very rarely. One
such day we both were dead bored and thought of playing a game.
But then we had to do it nonchalantly because if we get, caught to
any of our bosses we both would end up in getting ‘noted’. So we decided
to play ‘gahanu, pirimi, mal, palathuru’.
Hiding the papers inside the books we secretly started to play the
game. Little fights which ended up with giggling did add more fun to the
game. We actually went back to the good old school days and at times
forgot that we were in the office.
One of the senior women journalists noticed our giggling and found
out that we were at play. Samadhi and I were very disturbed thinking
that she would tell others but surprisingly she too started enjoying,
watching us play and, from that day onwards she started calling us as
Laurel and Hardy.
While we were engrossed in the game we suddenly realised that our
second boss in command was staring at us. We pretended as if we are
really busy with our writing, but then the phone extension rang. I was
the one to pick it up and he asked, “what are you both up to?” Though I
was desperate for the right words to lie to him, I failed.
Instead I told him that we are playing ‘gehanu, pirimi, mal,
palathuru’. Believe it or not, I thought it was the end for both of us
but luckily he gave a gentle smile and put the phone down. From then on
we saw that he was looking at us every now and then but no reprimand at
all. Maybe he thought of accepting it as innocent naughtiness for once.
We were running out of alphabet letters, the game was still on and
going steady when unexpectedly our big boss walked into the department.
We both got scared out of our wits. We tried to hide the papers but then
if we do so he will definitely will figure out that we were both upto
All what we did was silently wishing that he would walk out of the
department soon. But then Samadhi and I have this terrible problem,
giggling at wrong times at the wrong places. So here we go again.... We
both started giggling. No way of stopping and no matter how much we
tried, until the boss asked as to why we were giggling?
We still couldn’t stop it. Well for some luck he just walked out with
a smile. I guess he knew that we have this serious problem of giggling
but I doubt even up to today that he is aware of what we were really up
to!!!! Well what can I say, naughty girls cannot remain sombre for long.
We do get this urge to let off steam by being naughty. We all had
this bad habit of pulling the adjust lever of the chairs while people
were happily seated on them - a bad habit we had picked up from the
This little prank turned nasty when one of our closest friends pulled
the lever on the chair of one of our most strictest bosses was seated
on. He was hard on her. And when you get scolded by him you never dream
of doing it again. But in spite of the fright, our naughty friend never
stopped doing it!
To tell you the truth most of us are naughty but most of us don’t
show it. We have this very reserved looking journalist in our staff.
But let me tell you appearances can be deceptive. In spite of her
appearance, she is extremely mischievous. One day she brought this
rubber snake from home and was determined to scare someone with it. The
ideal target seemed to have been one of our easily scared senior
Most of the younger journalists joined in. The seemingly reserved
journalist tried many times to pull the rubber snake out of her drawer
and put it in the drawer of the senior journalist. But he just wouldn’t
budge. When that didn’t work we tried to put it on the floor near him.
But that wouldn’t work either. We just didn’t want to risk being found
The best thing happened while I was looking away and I missed the
whole thing. Too bad. Any way nobody would have believed it, if they
weren’t there to see it with their own eyes.
One of our senior women journalists - very serious and strict - must
have thought ‘why go to all this trouble’, just picked up the rubber
snake and threw it at the other senior journalist. He put his right hand
on his chest and said “Ammo...” with a gasp. We all had a hearty laugh.
But only recently did I learn that according to Buddhism scaring
others in any form is not as grave a sin as killing an animal, but is
also a sin, with certain retribution.